the weather seems still a little cold,
after the departure of the thunder bolt.
thousands of gentle air,
still pouring some few small tears.
Street lamps and neon city lights are my favourite these days,
drenching the wet pitchy road with multiple colour and it stays.
I woke up yawning,patches of clouds and faint twinkles had died,
away and away they hide.
Above all I banish all my sorrows away,
below to all peace,I welcome a new day.
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Rose garden that grew within me✔
PoetryI literally remember those days when I had this sort of conversation with my sister over the phone: "guess what?" "lemme guess another new poem!".🥀 and then we scream 'Yay' in our own world of happiness. I re-read some of my favourites among these...
